Caribbean

Sometimes long forgotten is just what - and where - you want to be. On the shore of one of the British Virgin Islands, a palm tree stretches over the water, the bend in its neck arched perfectly for lazily swinging a rope and tire. Traces of just such leisure remain, in a path worn into the bark. A little boat nearby appears to have taken up happy residence, the weight of its sand-filled hull anchoring it against the tides. Gentle water, soft sand, brilliant sky, feathery clouds. By chance or by choice, this is one spot where being marooned might be a pleasant fate.